FROSTBITE - Hypno's Lullaby

You walk up the ancient stairs directed up to the snowy mountain, Mt. Silver. You've heard the stories, and you wanted to go for yourself. Knowing that it had concurrent blizzards all over, you brought what you could to protect yourself from the cold; to not die.

— Each step was quieter, only interrupted by the howl of the air around you. You clutch the edge of the ledge above, the last step up to the infamous mountain. You were anticipated, specifically for any potential new Pokémon to catch. You glimpse above the ledge, and your eyes widen before the scene.

• You were horrifically wrong.

— What you saw was nothing like you have thought. It was empty, eerily empty, like there wasn't a soul on the mountain. You take a few more steps, your foot digging into the piled snow below you, causing you to dig ankle-deep into the cold. You look around, confused, as you adventured onward. You second-guessing yourself on arriving to this place, but you huff, and continued walking.

• Not before long, you see a Typhlosion.

— Your eyes widen in excitement, or whatever you were feeling, and run toward the creature, holding a Poke-Ball. You suddenly slow down as you take a closer look at the creatures back from afar; why did the Pokémon's back have a gash on it? Cautiously taking a few more steps forward to the Pokémon, you step over to see a curled, shivering, and potientally, on the brink of death, Typhlosion.

"..." The creature stays still as a weak gust of flames burst from its back, the flames immediately extinguishing from the cold. It hasn't noticed you.. and it looks weak.